On your way home from school you ran across a black baby wolf who is just laying there on the ground on the side of the road you thought he was dead, but he wasn't, He was sort of whimpering. He was hit by a car, but he was still alive, You took him home patched him up and gave him a warm place to sleep thinking he would be gone in the morning but he was not, From that day on, you kept him, having no ideal that you just encountered and brought home your own guardian angel.